Riffing lines, check out my friend’s blog: Sustantivos
We never do
Know what to say
I stole a glance there
See if anything changed.
They felt a lump
He came in the room and with one arm
Hugged you. Kissed your head. Made it real
For a few seconds nothing moved. I wished I had done that
We all went back to cutting celery.
Talking politics and weathervanes
We're all on a road to somewhere.
O zi minunată!
Island boy, city life.